Room 121, Morning
Aug. 30th, 2006 01:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soldtoarmeniansXander's really packing, this time, not just trying not to and failing. He doesn't want to, but the more he gets squared away now, the more time he'll have left to be with people, instead of doing this. And it's... going. Not well, but it's going. The only problem is he doesn't have enough suitcases, and they aren't nearly big enough, or maybe just not the right kind.
There's no room to pack away all his brand new honorary Scoobies, and while there is room for the extra pair of handcuffs Bridge brought back from Crazy Hooker's class, they look a little lonely lying in the bottom of his trunk under the one issue of Men's Health and Fitness that, for old times' sake, he hadn't given to Willow for her book drive. There's plenty of room to pack no shirts, too, but it's not the same thing as taking Shirtless Days with him, or the whole 2nd Floor Common Room and everything that happened in it ever. Even the stuff he wasn't there for.
Lying on top of the no shirts right now, there's a picture, one of many: Xander and Bridge co-piloting an SPD shuttle except not, a tiny bit blurry because he took it himself. Plenty of room for those, at least, especially since most of them are on his phone or his laptop; the printed-out ones are going into a box, for now. He couldn't find a box big enough to hold Veronica, though, or Parker or Nadia. Arguably if there'd been any of Nadia's brownies left, he has room for those, but possibly good that there aren't, since even though they led to dancing on the roof and *cough* other things equally unpack-able, they also seemed to give Bridge bad dreams.
No room to hide Anakin away for Rory, and it's too late to try now, anyway. He could take a rat, especially one that comes with her own cage, but Amy's already gone too - even gone from his Sunnydale, Willow called to tell him this morning. Maybe another for-the-best there, since he'll need the arm-space for holding Jeremiah's tank.
Some things *cough*, he can carry in his head, of course, even if he didn't get a picture. Thing is, the thing is that ... he's going to have to carry all of what matters most in his head.
Because there's no room in his luggage for the whole damned island, or even a miniature giraffe no matter how weetiny he is, and the one thing Xander would leave everything behind for if he could make it fit...
Well.
Stupid Samsonite.
[For Bridge.]
There's no room to pack away all his brand new honorary Scoobies, and while there is room for the extra pair of handcuffs Bridge brought back from Crazy Hooker's class, they look a little lonely lying in the bottom of his trunk under the one issue of Men's Health and Fitness that, for old times' sake, he hadn't given to Willow for her book drive. There's plenty of room to pack no shirts, too, but it's not the same thing as taking Shirtless Days with him, or the whole 2nd Floor Common Room and everything that happened in it ever. Even the stuff he wasn't there for.
Lying on top of the no shirts right now, there's a picture, one of many: Xander and Bridge co-piloting an SPD shuttle except not, a tiny bit blurry because he took it himself. Plenty of room for those, at least, especially since most of them are on his phone or his laptop; the printed-out ones are going into a box, for now. He couldn't find a box big enough to hold Veronica, though, or Parker or Nadia. Arguably if there'd been any of Nadia's brownies left, he has room for those, but possibly good that there aren't, since even though they led to dancing on the roof and *cough* other things equally unpack-able, they also seemed to give Bridge bad dreams.
No room to hide Anakin away for Rory, and it's too late to try now, anyway. He could take a rat, especially one that comes with her own cage, but Amy's already gone too - even gone from his Sunnydale, Willow called to tell him this morning. Maybe another for-the-best there, since he'll need the arm-space for holding Jeremiah's tank.
Some things *cough*, he can carry in his head, of course, even if he didn't get a picture. Thing is, the thing is that ... he's going to have to carry all of what matters most in his head.
Because there's no room in his luggage for the whole damned island, or even a miniature giraffe no matter how weetiny he is, and the one thing Xander would leave everything behind for if he could make it fit...
Well.
Stupid Samsonite.
[For Bridge.]
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